Archwizard: "I thought as much, Auntie. Just a few little baubles, set to one side, just in case? Even though the damage of this little lot combined could very well eradicate every living thing in the known and unknown universes?" Auntie: "So?" AW: "These objects need to be completely and utterly unmade. And as Archwizard of our Order ..." Auntie: "I might remind you that I am in charge of our branch of the Order, Archwizard Tarak. One in which we do not indulge in fancy titles and uniforms." AW: "As Archwizard, Auntie, I am responsible for the actions of all my colleagues. So this little lot will need to be shipped off to the Time Lords for them to deal with." Auntie: "Do you have anyone reliable in mind? I can think of at least one of your group who should not be allowed near anything remotely dangerous." AW: "Yes, well, I am well aware of his shortcomings. Perhaps you have one of your girls in mind for the task?" Auntie: "No, not at all; we don't insist on proving anything, Tarak. Send Percival. He's a bit wet and unbending, but he'll do what he's told and take infinite care of the small trinkets in the suitcase." AW: "Everything is accounted for, I take it? No other artifacts gone missing?" Auntie: "I never recovered the activator that Isildra used." Vicky (entering the room): "A little fat man has just handed it in, Auntie. Found it outside in the street where Isildra must have dropped it." AW: "Good. All I have to do now is make our apologies to the Lady President Auritu for all she's suffered because of our actions." Auntie: "Lady President. Yes, well, from what I hear she used some extremely unladylike language on Kargaz. Right, clear off, then. Go and do a bit of grovelling, Tarak. It'll do you good." (The Archwizard leaves. Auntie repacks the suitcase, shuts the lid and sets the combination locks.) Vicky: "Tea, Auntie?" Auntie: "Gin and tonic more like, my dear. Pompous old twit, our Tarak; but means well." (chuckles) More than I sometimes do!"